When the mountains call us by name
and we travel through their vortex
bypassing time and space, the pine trees
will lead us, and the wind will speak,
assuring us we don’t have to accept
the lies, and we can know
there is hope and healing
in the earth and sky.
And when we come back
to our time again,
we can be renewed
as we stand
on the mountain.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies
Peace and blessings to everyone.
“When we love people, we give them hope.”